Recognition of the Flying Serpent Saint Emperor
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
However, in an instant, while the Dark Soul King was shocked, Zhou Han's attack surged like a tide.
After all, he was losing 40% of his HP per second. Only by constantly attacking could he absorb enough HP.
Otherwise, he would bleed to death.
Fortunately, expert battles happened in microseconds. It was completely enough for Zhou Han to deal hundreds or thousands of attacks. The damage he caused could also absorb a lot of health points.
At the moment, the prerequisite was that the Dark Soul King could withstand such a violent attack.
"Damn it, what happened to this kid?"
After fighting for three seconds, they had already fought for more than a hundred rounds. The more the Dark Soul King fought, the more shocked he became. He felt a huge pressure invading him and was about to collapse.
He did not expect a young prodigy's strength to reach such a terrifying level. He had been too careless to rashly snatch the Soul Artifact this time.